I am burning...

My eyes are on fire, and my skin feels like lava, and I feel like a man who's been thrown down into a tube from which the fires of Hell rise.

My flesh cooks, chars, and then flakes away. I don't see this because I'm blind - my eyes went first - but I feel it through the scorching heat as I desperately try to bunch up into the foetal position to try and save myself, but I know it's too late and I feel the knowledge that slowly but surely I'm turning into a charred skeleton as I fall.

I'm dying. The word now has meaning.

And it hurts.

I wake up. Sweating.

Alone in the dark.